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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 23, 2011 1:09:41 GMT -5
It was early morning around Jamestown. The streets were empty, and fresh air and light breeze were very pleasant to those few who had a habit of taking a walk at this early hour, where sun had just showed up and did not manage to bring the heat yet. Possibly the most pleasant time in the entire day, which most missed. At 6 am people are sleeping still...
But soon the silence and tranquility was disturbed by foreign sounds, coming from the marketplace. Sounds of ... hammers? Wooden planks being nailed one to another? Something like that, as if somebody was constructing a fence. And in a way ... it was a fence, only to ward off different kind of nuisance...
There were indeed some community service workers laboring down the road. Doing something. Were they planting trees? Well, not exactly, though it looked so from afar. When closer, one would notice that they were planting ... wooden crosses into the ground. Down the road and around the perimeter. Strange... And yet, not so strange, considering they were supervised by a familiar tall man in black robe...
- Ugh, I can't believe they made us do this this early in the morning. So stupid! I'd rather sleep for a few more hours.
- Shut it John, with all the shit going on around here this is our only defense...
- Oh yeah? How do you know these wooden planks and all other religious bullshit is going to even work? - the worker named John apparently managed to get the upper hand in this little quarrel, until a dark shadow loomed over him. Turning around the worker yelped a bit - he completely forgot about this guy overseeing the work done.
- Then why are you wearing a cross around your neck, and purchased a cane of holy water from the Church yesterday, mr. John Smith? - Cross chuckled creepily. The two workers, obviously weirded out, turned away, continuing their labor of putting a barrier around said place.
Why was Cross up with these people at this time of hour? Well, long story. To cut it short, this was all part of the program of the Church to defend this city against the demonic thread. Because there was only a handful of priests, "men in black" as people called them, between the populace and the growing horde of possessed children. It was not enough. So this was additional methods to ... even the odds.
- Fortunately for you, the things you have purchased work regardless of your faith. But faith makes them stronger...
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 23, 2011 3:19:04 GMT -5
Blaine woke up early this morning to get a head start on the day before his wife got up. He had business to take care of and he had to get to the place before he knew his wife woke up to go to the store. He didnt want her catching on to what he had going on in his head about getting their son back.
He got out of bed, going to the bedroom bathroom and took a warm shower. The water ran down his skin as he pondered how he would approach the situation. This would be tricky since he didnt know how the person he was wanting to talk to would react.
He turned the shower head off and stepped out of it, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. He looked in the mirror, staring out at himself. He could see how much he had changed in his eyes, since the day that they lost their son to the corn.
Grabbing his tooth brush, he put toothpaste on it and ran it under the facet he had just turned on in the bathroom sink. He began to brush his teeth. He continued to dwell on his thoughts and the past. He turned around looking back at his wife as she laid peacefully in bed. He was wanting to do this for her, for them, really, as a family.
He spit out the toothpaste into the running water and put his toothbrush back. Reaching into the water he splashed his face with the now could water, to get him to wake up more. He grabbed his towel again and dried his face off.
Going back into his room, he put on a white t-shirt and jeans. He took his pistols out from the hidden spot in his closet and grabbed his chest holsters for them. Once he got them on he put on a jacket and straightened everything out.
Walking over to his wife now, he kissed her on her forehead and told her, he loved her in a soft whisper. After that he went and walked outside of the house heading down the road to the market place.
He heard that a priest was working on the site. A priest that had been called in from out of town. A priest he heard that had a reputation with cases of the occult. So he knew this was a man he wanted to talk to about his situation.
As he came up on the group as they worked on placing up boundaries around the perimeter. He saw the man he was looking for, from how different he looked from the whole towns residents.
Getting closer to them, he would soon call out to the priest. "Father." He would say as he stopped some ways from the rest of the group. He didnt want rumors to spread of what he wanted to talk about around town, so all of this would have to be more private. That and he was on a short amount of time.
"Father, Think I can have a minute of your time." He would look at the man with a somewhat skeptical, determined stare. He wasnt sure that the man really lived up to his reputation but he did have time to prove himself. Well, he hoped that they had enough time for such things. No telling when the children would try and ambush the town.
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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 23, 2011 4:36:34 GMT -5
- Oh hey there Blaine, how're ya doin'? - the reaction of one of the workers managed to inform Cross that someone else was approaching - the priest himself was buried in his thoughts too much already. This place... it was like so many he had visited before... And people were no different. Cowardly, afraid, treacherous, unfaithful. The Bible called them sheep for a reason. And he was the shepherd. His job was to look after the sheep, and sometimes ward off the wolves.
He turned his head to the man as he called out to him with the standard "Father" addressing. Shades caught the sun beam for a second, making his glasses gleam like two light circles instead of eyes. The exorcist was not quite used to that - he did not hold a Mass or run a church to be called that way. But people were often ignorant of things, and called everyone wearing a robe that way. And he was not about to re-educate them on such.
- Good day to you too mr. Blaine. - the priest replied, hinting a bit that the approacher neglected even the simple hello. He did not do that out of sarcasm, or any kind of ill intent, he was just ... observant that way. And he also knew that people tend to forget about the minor things like this only when they're agitated. That in mind, he looked at the man again. His glare was stern, intense... worried...
- And yes, I do have time. Overseeing these two is not something I can't leave on their own for now... - he said, giving a sign for the man to follow, and for the other two to keep working. Making his way away so that their conversation would not be overheard by the chatty workers as well.
- God helps all of his children with what he can. What troubles you, mr. Blaine. I can feel much worry in your intense stare.
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 23, 2011 14:06:04 GMT -5
Blaine was a little upset that his emotion showed through him. Though he only really head this side of him from his wife. He tried being her rock cause she needed as the strong one. Yet he didnt let his emotions control him, just his determination.
He placed his hands in his pockets as the priest came closer to me. He lowered his voice so that no one could really ease drop. "Good day to you too. I need your help with a situation and I feel you are a man capable of helping me and I help you."
He looked back over the mans shoulders at the working residents. "I know you know of the situation or you would be here. I ask that you help me save my son and Ill help you in tasks dealing with the rest of the children."
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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 23, 2011 15:07:14 GMT -5
Cross pulled his glasses back up to his nose with a finger as the shopkeeper finally started talking about his problem. To be frank, the priest did not even have to hear it all - the bated breath and desperation in the mans voice give it all away from the first words... He was not the first one who approached him with this though... But he was the first one to offer something more valuable than mere money in exchange.
- Many children went missing here... Seven more approached me before, and all of them I promised to help, free of charge. Just as much, I will promise you. - he said slowly as they distanced between the workers, making their talk private.
- Whoever gave you the information, he was correct. I indeed have experience with removing the taint that no doubt your son carries now, but ... there's a cost. - Cross made a dramatic pause to let it soak in. Because there was one, and he was going to be honest about it.
- Not every taint can be removed. Over time, the link between a soul and a demon merges together... Becoming one corrupted one. Stronger the link - stronger the power. And at some point it is impossible to remove one part without critically damaging the other... Tell me mr. Blaine, for how long was your son missing?
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 24, 2011 1:19:34 GMT -5
Blaine listened to the priest words. They were somewhat encouraging to him. He was here to save as many kids as he could, and he wasnt the only one with the same issue. Yet, he didnt know how many were also offering their help to aid the priest in his dealings. Though he was willing to go the whole nine yards to make his wife happy again. So he listened intently to the mans words.
On his last sentence he had asked him a question. Thinking back on the day that their son went missing. They had knew what had possibly happened but tried to deny it. Looking around, hoping to find him just around the town. Yet to no prevail did it come to that. Then it had settled in them that their son was in the corn.
He looked down at the ground almost coming to tears but got back his composure. He raised his head back up and looked directly in the priest's eye. His look of pure determination now and hate for what had happened to the town. "It has been six months now and I will do anything to get him back. How tainted do you think he is though?"
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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 24, 2011 5:01:58 GMT -5
The priest frowned when he heard how much time has passed since the man's child disappeared into the corn. 6 months... Half of a year, it was a freakishly long time. He had seen people being turned into full-fledged demons in much smaller amount of time. He rubbed the temples of his head in a bit of distress. It seems he would have to kill one more person in order to kill the demon... Again. But he would be honest about it. No need to keep mr. Blaine in illusions.
- I won't lie to you, mr. Blaine. After so much time passed, possibility of him still be saved is very, very slim. Usually people get transformed from, well, people, into demon-spawns within 3 months. So when we will find your child, be prepared that he might not be saveable, and then I will proceed with my second duty - I will exorcise the demon, killing it, but with it, I will kill your son as well. - Cross said, his voice not showing any kind of emotion, almost as if he were a robot. At this point he expected a lot of screams and death threads, like it has happened before, but he did not care. He was doing God's work regardless, and, frankly, the kid had nothing to lose. He'd go to hell either way, it would simply be a matter of how much destruction he makes before he falls...
- If you're lucky though, your son would only be infested by a lesser demon. If so, there is still hope, but, like I said, chances of that are ... slim. at best. I'm sorry, mr. Blaine.
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 25, 2011 5:19:25 GMT -5
Blaine sighed at the news, but he figured as much. He would still do whatever he had to do to save his son as best as he could. If his son was either completely gone or still somewhat himself, he wanted to put whatever was in him now to rest. If the child was completely consumed and not savable atleast he could have a proper burial. Giving him and his wife a peace of mind.
He nodded that he understood though and crossed his arms. "Well, then if thats the case, We will have to discuss later our plans to do such a thing. Might have to rally more help to. The children tend to travel in twos and threes. Vergil also might be able to supply us some weapons and ammo for whatever we may need."
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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 25, 2011 6:35:15 GMT -5
Cross was ... surprised, to say the least, when he heard what the man answered to his rather grim warning. And impressed. He expected some sort of nonsense among the lines of "You can't kill him!" and "Even as a demon he is still my son!" and other stuff he often had to put up with because of misplaced parental love. That's right, misplaced. If they really loved their child, they would have been more considered about saving the soul - the immortal essence of human being that continue to live forever. And not the body, this crude carcase only to wither and die of old age. Saving the soul was important. And killing the demon - even more. To stop it from claiming another innocent victim...
- You are a very interesting man, mr. Blaine... - the priest said, fixating his glasses on the nose with the finger again. - You show determination not commonly found among the misguided folk these days. But ... you are driven by desperation and grief over your son, not faith. That makes you vulnerable to creatures unholy. Sadly, this is the case with most, none were too faithful until Hell struck without warning. - Cross breathed out. He was not sure if he should use this man as a weapon against children of the corn, it was ... a gamble at best. And corn children would surely use his own son against him to undermine his spirit. Would he be able to uphold this test? He did not know.
- And if guns alone were to grand us victory, this case would have been solved long ago. I suggest you talk with the sheriff as well, he is looking for those brave enough to do something, and may provide information ... and resources. Also ... I suggest you stepping by the Church at some point. Ask to visit Cross, that would be me. I would provide you with certain ... items you might need to protect yourself. Should you encounter someone ... impervious to bullets...
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 25, 2011 12:20:34 GMT -5
Blaine heard his words but he figured the priest didnt understand what he would have to go through to make his son rest if he had to. He shook his head at the mans first statement. "Desperation, yes, Grief, not over my son, over my wife. You also under mind my will, sir. Though, I may lack faith, my mind is still strong. I have dealt with the children before and went into the corn only out try to get my son on my own. Luckily, I didnt get deep in there so I didnt get overwhelmed. Though Their temptation did not sway me."
Though what the man said next made him understand some more things about why the children were so tough. They werent really connected to the human world, just only through body. The stronger ones atleast. The ones who seemed so normal seemed to be the worst ones too. "Well, then I shall make my way over to the church at nights. If I can, I will tonight once my wife is asleep."
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Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 25, 2011 13:11:35 GMT -5
Cross only looked at the man again, his face not betraying any emotion or thought the priest had about it all. Overconfidence. Many have fallen pray to it, thinking that they are strong enough to resist temptation, even when they never had actual training or commitment required. Though, when motives were named, he was put at much ease. So it was more about his wife than the actual child. This was a good thing - it lessened the chance of being chantaged by a possessed kid... Maybe he'd be useful after all.
- Eventually, we will have to go into the corn and confront whatever evil lurks there. Thing is, us priests are few. Very few. Four, to be exact. While demons are dozens. We would need every brave man who would dare going with us. I assume I can count on your assistance then, mr. Blaine. As for timing ... come at any time you wish. I am always awake. Evil doesn't sleep, nor should we.
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Post by Blaine Smith on Jul 25, 2011 15:03:27 GMT -5
Blaine was happy to hear the mans words. This was hopefully going to be a means to an end. Getting rid of the hellspawn and bringing their town back to normal. Things were looking up with the help the town now had. Just could only hope that the children didnt get any powerful or they hindered what the civilians tried to accomplish.
He grinned at the priest, as he willing to give himself a shoot at all of this. "I will assist you in whatever you need. We Really just have to be smart about who we have help us. Dont need gung-ho people, they will only get us killed. But I have to get the store opened up before my wife awakens." He said looking back at the store. "Since we have been having to stay in doors during the late hours we have decided to open up more early."
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